At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, a magical battle was unfolding in full swing.
On one side was an Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon at the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence; on the other were four Spirit Division-level Cultivators. By all common sense, a battle like this should have held not the slightest suspense.
The gap in strength between the two sides was far too absurd. It would not be wrong to say they were not even on the same level.
If one judged by ordinary circumstances, the four girls would have found it hard to last even a single exchange. Their enemy was simply too powerful.
And yet the splendor of the cultivation world lay precisely in how accidents often occurred.
Since the four girls had been sent to carry out this mission, their strength naturally could not be measured by common sense. They did not dare claim they could challenge those above their realm, but at the very least, crushing those of the same rank posed not the slightest difficulty.
It could even be said to be far too easy.
Thus, these four freakishly talented Spirit Division Stage Cultivators, facing an Outer-Domain Heavenly Demon at the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence, actually fought with sound and color, making a truly impressive showing.
That was right—they were at a disadvantage.
But they were absolutely not without even the slightest ability to fight back.
All that could be seen was spiritual light crisscrossing the sky and Dharma Treasures dancing through the air. Rumbles rang endlessly in the ears. The bald, barefoot Heavenly Demon had a face full of savagery, yet he still had no way to deal with the four women.
At this moment, his mood had already soured to an indescribable degree. To say he was jumping